Perempuan dan hatinya yang—
mudah tersalah anggap.
tak semua tapi almost.
when a guy come into her world—
and wanna be friend with her.
nak nak lelaki tu baik,
selalu ‘ada’ bila kau bosan; sedih; happy; geram.
confirm hati lembut perempuan tu akan tersentuh.
three months later—
lelaki tu be like a ‘biskut’.
kejap ada kejap takde.
text harini; besok baru balas.
pastu perempuan pun frust; meroyan.
lepastu salahkan lelaki.
“How could u play with my heart? Hate u!”
“Lelaki semua sama!”
“Tak reti hargai perasaan perempuan.”
padan muka sendiri.
siapa suruh mudah suka.
siapa suruh mengharap.
hmm pada mulanya aku pun salahkan that guy.
tapi bila pikir balik—
my fault my bad.
so nasihat aku pada adik2 yg baru nak hidup—
enjoy this feeling.
tapi jangan sampai buat benda bodoh lak.
luka tu biasalah.
enjoy that pain.
p/s; salah kau jugak bro, siapa suruh buat perempuan jatuh cintann kat kau lolz. Bye ;p (via lulumimo)
Dengan lelaki kita mesti sentiasa berhati-hati
Lelaki yang benar-benar ikhlas & beriman tak mudah dijumpai…bagai permata tersembunyi di celah-celah kaca…
Rain take some of my pain…
My parents have been married for over 30 years and I have been raised in their love. My mother told me my father used to send her a handwritten love letter every day when they were young in Somalia and sometimes twice a day when he missed her something bad. Love is having babies and fleeing a country in war together. It is being scared and being brave anyway. It is missing each other and always being friends. My parent’s love taught me that you need more than beautiful words for love to survive. Love is hard work, it is a commitment every day, it is doing what is necessary to make sure the other person is ok. My father somehow took care of a family of 12+ on a taxi cab driver’s salary and studied by a lamp’s light every night. My mother raised 10 children in a country hostile to their very existence with nothing but pure wit and strength. So I learned early on that love must manifest in actions. My favorite memory of them is how my mother would wait to eat until my father came home every day and them sitting together just laughing, talking, and loving. One time, my father took my mother’s hand and looked at us sitting around the table and told us, ‘you know, I love this woman. She is my best friend.’ And the way my mother still looks at my father, I know he’s not the only one who feels that way.
The only thing I can see is LOVE